fluffydeathdealer | [CAMPUS/IC] II

[Good thing too, or else Kai might be tempted to make Surge sit on him. Forever.]

...

[He kind of regrets saying it now. Oh well, not like he can take it back. Kai shrugs, giving Surge a gentle tug to get him moving. Surge lets out a happy bark and immediately attempts to take off in an effort to race Anubis, but comes to a skidding halt as Kai digs his heels in.]

Wait, Surge! Yeah, I'll look at it out there.

[Awkward and disturbing. What was he thinking again?]

[Really, he wouldn't have blamed Kai for withdrawing the offer. He would have. Bakura focuses the Ring on Anubis, making sure he knows where he is even when the dog runs ahead. He glances back at the dorm longingly, half-tempted to go hide back in there again, then reluctantly sets off after the dog in silence.

Once they're outside, he sits on the grass, setting the plate of brownies on his knees so his hand is free. He has to ward off Anubis from trying to taste them. He's not dumb enough to let that happen.

...it's probably a little strange to see the way he talks to Anubis as if he's a friend who can understand him.]

These aren't for you, Anubis-chan. Play with Surge for a while. I know you've been feeling lonely, so go have fun.

[He rather misses the days when he could just tuck the puppy into his shirt and carry him around. He can still carry Anubis around now, when his hand isn't useless, but it's not quite the same. Ah, well. Once the dog is distracted by Surge again, he sits back and stares up at the sky. Should he really be just sitting around like this while the other Malik is freely wandering around? Even if he can't do anything to stop him, something like guilt is rising up inside of him.]

That dog seems to walk you more than you walk it.

[Kai spends a little longer than he has to taking Surge's leash off, mostly because he's just listening to Bakura talk to Anubis in confused silence. Really? This is actually a thing he does?

Wow, there's a weirdly cute mental image.]

Go, Surge.

[He gives his dog an affectionate scratch on the head before urging him toward Anubis and dropping onto the grass next to Bakura. Maybe next time they should just bring a picnic basket. Kai snorts at that, glancing up at the sky himself for a second.]

At least I've got him trained not to jump on people anymore. Besides me, anyway. ...Let me see your hand. I don't know how much I can help, just so you're aware. I managed to help Karasu some, but-

[Ack, no, stop, not talking about her, stopping now.]

[Talking to the dog is a habit he picked up from day one. From the time Anubis and he were locked in the bathroom together to the current day, it's a habit that even Malik's teasing can't break.

...no, don't think about Malik. Not now. He shifts so he can easier offer his hand for Kai to examine. Truthfully, it still hurts to be touched, but he has a feeling Kai will need to do so to see how bad it is. Karasu had tried to heal it a little, but her skills were... pretty low, to be honest. It had been enough to accelerate the healing process a little, and dull the pain, but that had been about it.]

Just do what you can. I'm not expecting a miracle. You're not exactly a trained... physician.

[Come to think of it, on the subject of medical care, maybe Lisa can help a little after all. The other Malik might be a psychological problem, but they made medicine for that shit, right? He makes a mental note to go visit her after this.]

[Even though he's been lucky enough to have never broken anything, Kai's well aware that having a busted hand most likely hurts like hell. He's as gentle as he can be while he examines it, not just because it's Ryou's hand he's dealing with. He's not a jerk all the time.]

Trained or not, if I manage to completely heal it you'll have to pay me. Can't let my awesome skills go unrewarded, right?

[Joking while he deals with something serious, check. Holding Bakura's hand carefully between both of his, Kai lets out a soft breath, casting Cura. The warmth of the green light surprises him for once; it's stronger than what he used on Karasu, but he's pretty sure he's not overdoing things. Once the light sinks into Bakura's skin and fades, he releases his hand, sitting back to rub his forehead. Ouch.]

Don't screw anything else up for a day or two, huh?

[He has no idea how well that worked, and he's not going to admit it.]

[He's surprised by the care, if he has to be honest. Considering Kai hated him enough to try to kill him, even foregoing the safety of his host... that's entirely unexpected. He doesn't resist even slightly, though every instinct in his body is telling him not to let this guy even touch him. And having his hand held like this is humiliating in its own fashion. He feels like a goddamn schoolgirl.]

If you're that talented, you should set up a medical service.

[The warm feeling of the healing spell soothes his pain as it seeps in and he closes his eyes, relaxing for the first time since Kai turned up. Damn, that's a good feeling. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to not be in pain at this point. When his hand is released, he draws it back to check it out. Carefully, he tries moving his fingers, and is rewarded by a surprising amount of flexibility. It's not fully healed, but after Karasu tried earlier, and with it being a few weeks closer to healing than it was when it first happened, it's close enough that it's only really stiff at the moment.]

Amazing...

Ha, maybe I should.

[Though if using it too often is going to give him headaches, maybe he should wait until he's learned Curaga too.]

So...

[Kai glances away to watch the dogs bounding happily around the courtyard, trying not to laugh as Surge starts chasing Anubis's tail. How to ask how well he did without actually letting on that he's not sure about it...eh, the hell with it.]

It's almost better, then?

That's right! I can't tell offhand, but it feels like it's pretty close to healed. It's not clicking when I try to bend them any more, either.

[Bakura's voice is honestly delighted. This is better than he expected. Another little bright spot in a haze of darkness.]

This is the first time I've been able to move these fingers in ages... Thanks.

[His words turn a little more awkward as he remembers just who it was that healed them. Damn, he kind of owes Kai again, doesn't he? Next time Kai tries to kill him, he'll probably have to let him off with minor wounds...]

Well that's good.

[Clicking...yuck. Kai can't help the grin that spreads across his face at how happy Bakura sounds about this. It's nowhere near making up for what he did (and part of him wonders why he even wants to try in regards to the Creeper to begin with) but at least it helped instead of hurt.]

Eh, welcome.

[He hopes that sounds like it's not a big deal. It'd probably help if he wasn't still grinning like a dork. Kai clears his throat and goes back to watching the dogs.]

...How're the brownies?

[That's a safe topic of conversation, right?]

[Kai's happiness isn't something that can be hidden so easily. It's pretty obvious, and Bakura can't really understand why. As someone who barely understands the concept of guilt, who only feels it in relation to those closest to him, it seems as though Kai is acting utterly irrationally. But then, weren't all humans?]

...that's right! I was distracted and forgot.

[That's right, he has brownies. He'll just be trying one of those now.

They're pretty delicious. Unlike Ryou, who'll eat politely even while he scarfs things down, Bakura's response to deliciousness is to bite right into it, chomping it down in an ill-mannered fashion. It's almost doglike... He pretty much demolishes the brownie.

As a result, he stays pretty silent until he's done devouring the brownie in his hand, licking the chocolatey remnants from his fingers with a satisfied expression.]

Delicious...

I'd almost be insulted, but yeah, your hand.

[Kai waves that off dismissively, but can't help looking back...and then just staring at the way Bakura eats. Isn't that hilariously familiar.]

You ate the same way as a short stuff, too.

[While a lot of that time had been just plain weird or outright disturbing, parts of it had been pretty funny. Licking poor Surge, for example.]

Maybe I should start giving Ryou packs of Oreos for you.

[Sadly, he's only half-joking.]

[Bakura looks flustered, his face reddening with embarrassment. He looks away quickly, trying to hide it. Damn Ryou's stupid pale skin...]

...o-oi! I wasn't in control of myself back then!

[...he wouldn't really, would he? Not that it'd be a terrible thing, since he recalls those oreos tastes damn good.]

Oreos? Those were those biscuits you had, right? They were pretty good.

[And now Kai's torn between either smirking or just laughing. Nope, not doing either. He can keep a straight face...or at least keep the faint smile he's got from turning into anything else.]

Aw, but it was adorable anyway! I was going to draw you hugging my dog, you want a copy?

[He's not being mean Bakura, he's honestly offering. Why.]

Yeah, Oreos are great, especially with milk. They'll crumble pretty fast if you dip them too long, though.

[Kai pulls his legs up and wraps his arms around them, resting his chin on his knees. At least that headache faded pretty fast.]

...Hey, those pictures you found in the North Wing...was that one of my mom the only one you found? Not just of her, but- Wondering if maybe it'd be worth it to go hunting around myself.

[He should've just stuck with the brownies, but he's curious.]

Tch... [Malik and Harriet would laugh if they found it. Once they came back from... Well. Once they came back. But maybe he could hide it in his treasures- wait, why is he thinking seriously about this?! This is embarrassing as hell!]

W-why would I want something like that?!

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[Kh...]

Fine. Just don't tell anyone.

[Making a mental note of the Oreo tip, he pauses and casts Kai a curious look at that question. Like he'd not have held it over him if there were others...

Well, Kai's being tolerable, and he honestly doesn't feel like being a total bitch right now, so he'll be honest.]

I didn't notice any others of her, and I don't know any of your relatives or anything like that, so it's no good asking me. But there were tons of photographs there. It was like a darkroom with a whole lot of pictures pinned up all over.

['Because it's a good memory' is on the tip of his tongue, but Kai only shakes his head, then lets out a soft laugh as Bakura agrees. Okay.]

Not a soul.

[True, Bakura wouldn't know what else to look for, would he? Maybe that room's still there somewhere. Couldn't hurt too much to look for it, he guesses. Not like he's really got anyone he could be spending time with right now anyway...but most of that's the guilt talking.]

Eh, I figured some of them would have me as a kid in them too, so they'd be pretty easy to identify that way. This isn't exactly common back home, either. [Kai reaches up and tugs at his hair for a second before side-eyeing him.] You know what I realized? My mom might've actually liked you once. That's more disturbing than I have words for.

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...what? [Hah. That's a weird thought. If he'd been in Kai's world, he might have befriended his mother before she settled down and came out of the darkness...]

If that had happened, I wonder how different things in your world would be by now? Who knows.

[Shaking his head, he looks up at the sky briefly before choosing to focus on the dogs.]

I don't find white hair all that odd, so it's kind of useless to identify someone with. I used to have it when I was human too. And Amane and Pegasus both had it too.

...

[The side-eyeing is turning into an outright frown now as Kai thinks about that. If she had...well. He wouldn't be sitting here now, would he? No, he has to have more faith in his mom than that.]

Maybe the world would've stopped existing sooner. Maybe she never would've ended up there to begin with. Home for me wasn't originally home for her, you know? She was from somewhere different. I think it came back, eventually. She could've gone back...

[Kai trails off. Bits and pieces of conversation overheard through keyholes and from his bed late at night when they thought he was sleeping told him why she didn't. He shrugs before letting out a snort. The curse of the 'silver but looks white damn you lighting' hair.]

It's silver! Stupid lighting.

[It's a dumb thing to grump over, but it makes him feel slightly better.]

Your past self almost ended up with a Keyblade to the face. [He says that almost conversationally, then grins.] But I ended up being persuaded otherwise. Don't think I'd even bother now, actually.

...if I had been in your world, it may well have been consumed earlier. It's probably better for you that it wasn't that way.

[It's an utterly blunt way of putting it.

Tch. He can tell he's out of sorts, with Malik and Harriet out of commission. Tales of death and destruction aren't cheering him up. Now, brownies, on the other hand... He'll just be eating another of those while he thinks.]

My past can take care of himself. He's pretty useless anyway... he could use all the hits he can get.

[Bakura sounds kind of scornful. The thief king isn't high on his list of priorities right now.]

Silver or white, what does it matter?

[Blunt yet pretty accurate. Kai snorts, the grumpy expression slipping away as Surge runs over to lick his hand before darting off again. Silly dog, checking up on him.]

So does that mean I can smack him around if he ever gives Karasu any more crap?

[The prospect of actually having the okay on that is a cheerful thought, until he remembers that she probably wouldn't approve of the help...or his methods. Doesn't matter that he wouldn't be doing anything batshit insane, Kai still wouldn't be just sitting him down for a pleasant talk.]

Eh, forget it. And the hair...I guess it doesn't matter.

[Now that he's been asked, he doesn't have an answer. Great.]

Feel free! That brat's a little too cocky for his own good. I'd kick his ass myself if I could.

[...that was more of an accidental slip than he'd like. In this body, his physical strength is pretty low in comparison to the thief king's... as he'd found out the hard way.

He moves suddenly, leaning in to stare at Kai's hair. It's a little too close, probably, for Kai's liking... but he can't tell straight away. Hopefully Kai doesn't mind him touching it to see.]

Huh... It's hard to tell. It looks purple-tinted in this light.

[And then he's away again, sitting back as if nothing had happened.]

[The cheerfulness is back. Kai smirks at that, then looks Bakura over. Nope, no rude comments, mouth shut-

Wait, Creeper in his face what even. He doesn't actually jerk away until after his hair's been touched, and by then it doesn't matter. Kai blinks a few times before staring at him. What-]

...See, stupid lighting. Purple tint, white, silver...Don't touch my hair again, huh?

[This conversation's going to lead to a nightmare somewhere down the line, he just knows it.]

Hoh...? Are you afraid I'm going to cut it or something? I can't make voodoo dolls or anything like that, so I don't have any reason to do that.

[This is the guy who stole someone's soul for trying to make his host cut his hair. The obvious explanation to him is that Kai's afraid he'll damage his.]

Cut- no.

[Oh Light, voodoo dolls. The one he made of the Thief King. A snicker or two escapes before Kai unfolds himself enough to flop backward on the grass. He really needs to try sticking pins in that again and see if anything happens this time.]

I just don't like people touching my hair.

[Wait, scratch that.]

Unless you're a friend, I don't like people touching my hair.

[That's better.]

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asdfgh I'm so sorry I took so long on this wtf me, I just sorta forgot I had tags for ages

No biggie, mom's pretty much had me on the run the last few days anyway! /flops

Poor thing... /pets gently

Still kind of on the run...she's doing better, but still worn out. /enjoys pets

Aw man, I hope things get better soon! /gives cookies

Thanks. Me too. /hoards the cookies Bwahahaha.

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